((((((((Inky))))))))))

Chalk it up to experience, I'd say. I've had to escape my own house a couple of times myself last year, and twice ended up sleeping in the bed of a guy I'd not had a decent conversation with in three years. Well, the second time we'd talked, haha.

I'm glad you're okay, more or less, and that for whatever reason Life decided to show you a little kindness when you needed it. Somehow, some way, things will pull through... hell, maybe you could get rides back home with one of your co-workers?